Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Index,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.